Dispatches from the Front Lines of the New F!#*ing Normal

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Belt of St Paul

If you only knew how much I loved Linda Eder singing The Bells of St Paul.  You would know what it means to be in love.

I lose my shit every. single. time.


Also....I imagine that MY Christmas album cover would feature me, a cowl neck sweater, and a kidden.  Horses are great. But they're not kiddens.


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